Page 19 of Mr. Mistletoe
I look at her. “What? You did what? Just how many damn things did you do for me? Fuck, this is annoying. We used to be able to communicate but now, this,” I point between us two, it’s hell no for me. I snatch the bow tie off, and I start to head back into the dressing room.
Kimberly catches me right before I shut the door. She steps in and locks it behind her. She looks up at me, confident as ever. “I wasn’t trying to marry James, he’s not my real fiancé, you are. This wedding, everything… I planned our wedding Deacon.”
I look at her. “What?” Maybe I’m hard of hearing.
“I wanted my man, so I came home, and I got him. I earned him,” tears trek down her beautiful face. “I wanted to show him, you… that I love you so much, Deacon. So much and I can’t do this without you. I can’t be without you. When I left, I left a part of me with you. I couldn’t even be me without you. So please, Deacon, please marry me?”
I scoff. “I can’t even propose to my girl right, huh?” Before she says a word back, I march over to her, and I pull her in for a kiss.
We could get out of here and go home but fuck it. Kimberly and I have always been kinky. I don’t even wait as I lift her up and fumble with my pants. I will her panties and her clothes disappear along with mine.
“Deacon…” Kimberly asks when I pull away. She looks at me and then at herself. “What is going on? What did you do?” She sounds both in awe and afraid.
I place myself at her entrance, she’s so damned wet. I slip in slowly feeling like I’m finally coming home. I shudder as she grips my shoulders. “You want to know me? You want to see who I really am?” I ask her slipping all the way in.
Kimberly’s breath hitches. She nods, and I show her me in God form. Baldr. She widens her eyes, and I don’t move inside of her just yet holding on to my sanity. She says nothing, but I see as she takes me in. I know she’s taking in my strawberry blonde hair, the beard that seems to be fuller with the tiny braids, how much bigger in stature I am, the ancient Norse tattoos. She touches me all over instead where she can reach.
“Too much?” I ask her. I begin to tone it down, but she shakes her head.
“I knew you were always special, Deacon. It was in the way you walked, talked and God, the way you expressed yourself. I’m not scared per se, I’m more intrigued and in awe. I’ve never met a god, let alone fell in love with one, but I don’t regret it one bit. To me, you’re still that boy I fell for when I was eight. Love me just as much as I love you, Deacon. Please,” she whispers and kisses me.
I’m surprised because I thought this would take some convincing but over and over, my girl has proven to me that she’s meant to be mine. Even if we had some stumbling blocks. I begin making love to Kimberly. It’s odd because it’s a closet but we don’t do conventional. We never will. I block out her moans and my groans. Our skin slapping as the lovemaking turns to fucking. I place a barrier between her and the door, so her back doesn’t scratch up with how rough I’m taking her.
Kimberly throws her head back, and she doesn’t realize that she landed on a bed. We’re still in the closet, but now, a bed fits. I missed being a god. I roll my shoulders as I flip us. “Show me how much you missed me, baby,” I say to Kimberly.
I morph back to my regular human look and Kimberly begins showing me. She rocks her body, throwing her head back. My fingers dig deep in her skin, almost piercing her skin but I don’t overdo it. Kimberly cums and I flip us again. Too many years lost but it was all worth it because my heart is mended. Her heart is perfect and mature. Our love never faded. Not one bit.
I try my best to smooth her hair out of her face, “you ready to go to the tree lighting ceremony as a couple?”
Kimberly grins like a fool in love. “I can’t wait to tell Mack and Arden. They don’t have to pretend to not know anymore.”
“I should eat Christmas cookies in Arden’s face and pancakes in Mack’s face so they could get nothing. Can’t believe that they actually got away with it. Should’ve read their minds.” I tease.
Kimberly snorts. “You’re not that kind of person. Now, you will however give my girl her cookies and maybe half a pancake for Mack.”
“That’s my girl.” I kiss her again and try to sneak some more action in before we have to really head to the Christmas lighting.
* * *
After our fight last night,the truth came out. It wasn’t a crazy fight per se, but I was sick and tired of not understanding why Kimberly kept on planning a wedding when her so-called fiancé left. He went back to New York, so why continue the charade of the wedding. We both said some things that weren’t necessary and she saw me. Saw who I really was. I knew that I loved her for a much bigger reason than the simple fact that she makes me happy. This woman loves me for the way that I am.
“I knew you were always special, Deacon. It was in the way you walked, talked and God, the way you expressed yourself. I’m not scared per se, I’m more intrigued and in awe. I’ve never met a god, let alone fell in love with one, but I don’t regret it one bit. To me, you’re still that boy I fell for when I was eight.”
This calmed me. It calmed me enough to see past the surface of this charade. With nothing else in the way, I got what I needed. What I’ve always wanted. To be chosen by one person. I don’t care about anyone else, I never did.
I look down at Kimberly. Fucking her into oblivion was my goal and I must say I’m happy with the results. I place my coffee on the dresser and I climb back into bed. She automatically moves closer to me. Looking for my warmth. “You’re going to learn to not do that, baby,” I say to her. I lean into the crook of her neck. “Wake up, it’s our wedding day. We’ve got shit to do.” I slap her ass.
Kimberly groans. I caress her body. Teasing her nipples as I play with her clit via my mind. Kimberly moans as she gets her first orgasm of the day. I lift her leg up, and I slip right in. She shudders. “Oh, Deacon… I love you,” she says, and dammit this is how she got me the first time around.
I smile as I keep fucking her. “I love you too, Kimberly Charity Fairhope. I’ve loved you for so long that I don’t think I could’ve ever seen a future without you.”
“Thank you for forgiving me,” she says in between her harsh breathing.
“I’ll always forgive you, Kimberly, but only you. Just know that you can’t hurt me anymore. We’re in this for a lifetime.” I can feel her orgasm getting near again and I flip us so her front to the bed and me on top as I slip in again. “Kimberly Charity Fairhope, will you marry me?” I ask her.
Kimberly shudders. “Oh, God, yes! Yes, Deacon, I will marry you.”
“Baldr not God. Don’t get it twisted,” I slap her ass.
